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[damianbyrd]

Damian allowed himself to sink into Rhett’s company effortlessly, already just letting the world fall away to focus on that beautiful long haired boy on his lap. Already enjoying the taste of the other aganist his lips and that sweet pretty moan the other let sing out. He would have argued that Rhett was up higher on the list of people on the island who were harder to forget about, at least in Damian’s opinion. His hand kept up those teasing, playful strokes as that kiss ended and his darker eyes met those blue ones and he rather enjoyed seeing the way that pleasure danced though them as he teased the other with those masterful strokes.  His cheek sucking in as he watched the sight of Rhett fucking hismelf into his hand. There was something utterly captive about that sight. 

“You should do it more often. Really, anytime you get a craving for me. You should just strip and find my lap..”  He let his words dance over at the other even as he let out a sharp gasp as the others hand found that thick impressive cock of his and his senstive head, a clear drop of precome already smearing against the others finger. The other would no doubt feel that twitch at being called Daddy, as ever. A telltale weakness. 

“That wasn’t exactly my intention but if you want to feel that thick cock inside you and ride me like a proper whore. I’d hardly be against it..”  Damian teased as let his free hand run down the others back and over the curve of that perky ass before teasing his fingers over the others hole. “You been missing me that much? Hm?” 

It would be a lie to say that Rhett wasn’t pleased to hear that Damian had been thinking about him too. He never found himself to be worthy of remembering, especially not around the Haus of Perses. There were so many other staff members around. Hell, clients too. There was no way amongst all those men, Rhett was worth remembering. But he sure would take it. And he was even more determined to keep lingering in Damian’s mind. Rhett wasn’t sure why. There was just something about the client. Perhaps it was because he knew that he was pretty popular man around the Haus and Rhett wanted to continue to be able to see him around and not fall to the wayside.

Rhett’s blue eyes shifted over the handsome man before him, more than happy to be sitting on his lap. Especially since he had done a good job of getting that amazing cock of Damian’s hard. He released a soft moan against Damian’s lips as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking it. It was almost teasing to Rhett because now he was just craving more from the man. Not surprising. Damian was one of his favorite people in the island. His hips rolled against the others, sliding his cock in and out of the man’s hand with a soft smirk.

“I agree. I like sitting on Daddy’s lap.” Rhett cooed softly, wrapping his hand around Damian’s length and teasing his thumb against the head, “Do you want me to ride this cock of yours?”

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‘I’ve been told that before.” Damian gave a little chuckle back at that- clicking his tongue against his teeth as his eyes danced over at Rhett.  Even as that word ran hot though his veins like that best sort of drug.  If the other wanted him rough, it was certainly the word to get him to go there.  Damian all but tugged the other into his cabin, already eager for the other in a about a thousand different ways. If the other was lookig for some indication for who Damian was from the contents of his room- he’d certainly find it in how various expensive items were littered around the room, from the finest bags to a few more fancy cologne on the bathroom sink.  Damian was clearly someone who had rich tastes and enjoyed indulging himself in them and seemingly, in everything. He had no shame about his wealth nor did he really care if people noticed him flaunting it or not. Which seemed to be evident in the room around them in various little ways. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”  Damian hissed against the others lips as the other puloled himself closer into that kiss, which Damian was going to sink into greedily with every passing moment.  A hand reached up to brush into that long, beautiful hair of Rhett’s he adored so much before he gripped it tight and tugged that head back as his head lowered to graze his teeth against Rhett’s neck before he bit down to suck a dark bruise into the others neck. He took his time, wanting to leave one of many marks he was planning on leaving that night. Damian pulled away after a few moments with a little smirk at that red mark on the others neck- “There you go, you’re Daddy’s boy till that fades...”  he teased easily right into the others ear. His hand smoothing down to already start pushing the others swimwear down those slender hips. 

Rhett’s question was truly an innocent one. He didn’t really think about it in a working fashion. Just more of a ‘he wants everything to be perfect for Damian’ fashion. Which, in some way, yeah, sure, work had to do with it. But he tried his best to make his job the last thing that mattered. Rhett was all about making connections people. Whether those were physical, emotional, mental, he didn’t care. He just wanted people to know that he cared. Whatever way that was that worked for them, he was happy with it. He smirked at the man’s answer and he flicked his brow, “Daddy does suit you extremely well.” He quickly chimed in, storing that information away.

Turning down the hall with his hand still in Damian’s, he followed the man to his cabin and before he knew it, the door was opening and he was led inside. Immediately, his blue eyes shifted around, always liking to see what everyone had done with their own living space. Even if it was brief because frankly, he was more concerned with the sexy man before him.

Rhett reached out with his free hand and grabbed onto Damian’s hip, pulling himself closer to him with a smile before he kissed him once again. He just wanted him to know that Rhett was ready for anything with him. He wanted the roughness. He wanted to land that lasting impression on Damian in any way that he could. As much as Rhett enjoyed thinking about the man and his cock, he wanted Damian to think about him too from time to time too. He doubted the man would. There were plenty of others around that could easily preoccupy his time, but he would damn well try.

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It wasn’t exactly new to hear the public showers running with water- half the time they tended to be full of moaning bodies after all. One lone shower running was still going to get some attention, or at least, currently did since Damian strolled down the row of showers after his afternoon run. His head tilting towards the sound and half expecting to see one of the more famlilar faces he knew standing there- instead,  his eyes soaked in the sight of a new face among the crowd, and his very, very naked body. There wasn’t a hint of shame on Damian’s face as the other turned around to give him that smile as he dropped himself back against the lockers- his own towel wrapped around his shoulders and only wearing a pair of lose black, very small running shorts.

“Oh, darling. I’m just taking in the sights.”  He teased- that posh english accent dancing free from his lips as he flicked his eyes up and down the others frankly perfect ass with a tilt of his head. “Take as logn as you want. Really..”  

𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪…

seeing as he was already there, rather than making his way back to his cabin to rinse himself off, he took advantage of the gym and spa facilities; opting to use the public showers instead.

standing under the cascading warm water, he lost himself in his thoughts. being in a place like this was going to be an adjustment for him-- back home the nicest place he had ever been taken by the men that paid for his affection was an outback steakhouse. the receptionist desk here, when you first arrive, make outback look like a mcdonalds; everything here is so nice that he feels incredible out of place.

but being here is a good thing.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖…

looking up and over his shoulder at the sound of a locker shutting, he couldn't help but apologize for being in his stall despite the fact there were plenty open to choose from.

"sorry, i lost track of time. i'll finish up and get out of your way..." he offered with a sheepish smile. "unless, sir," he quickly added on as he realized he still didn't really know how to tell the difference between clients and fellow staff members. "...you need my help with something."

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It was already a joy to have Rhett on his lap like this, and he wasn’t even fully naked. There’s that same telltale, wicked smirk of Damian’s pressed against the others pale flesh as the other gave that pretty satisfied sigh. It was hard not to enjoy the fact that Rhett was so open and bare about his reactions like that, it was almost addictive in it’s own way.  The darker haired man’s head tilted back at those words, even as the others groan went straight to his cock- even it didn’t match the power of those next pretty words from the others mouth. He hadn’t been lying about the power of calling him Daddy and how utterly weak he was too it. Even now his cock seemed to get as hard as a bloody diamond in moments just hearing Rhett say that word, Damian’s eyes dark with need as he smirked over at the long haired beauty. 

He sucked on his cheek to hold back a cocky smirk at the delightful news that Rhett had been thinking about him and that fuck they’d shared. Considering he’d pinned the other to the bed and fucked him without mercy, he should hope such fun time should have lingered on the others mind but...well, it was an island of sex. And even he wasn’t naive to think that he might have just been a pretty face in a sea of clients. “Oh I have been thinking of you. And those pretty, whining, needy sounds you made. It’s pretty hard to forget, as you said.”  He pointed out as he shifted back on the chair a little as he returned that quick, if soft kiss the other gave him before he watched the other stand with a tilt of his head. He was already missing the other on his lap but his hand did reach down to squeeze his cock though his pants, if only to give himself a little relief. 

“Holy fuck..”  Damian praised, as the other turned over to strip off those pants and underwear, resisting the urge to reach out to spank that pale ass as he just enjoyed the show. He took a moment to undo his own jeans and unzip them, letting that thick, damn near monster of a cock rest against his belly before Rhett straddled him again. Damia’s eyes dancing as he watched the pretty boy stroke himself a few times. There’s a soft chuckle as the other pushed up his shirt ad he easily finished the job off- grabbing the hem and pulling it off to drop onto the floor somewhere. “You mean other than commit this sight to memory?” He teased as his hand reached down to curl around Rhett’s cock to give it a few more loving strokes as he leaned forward to brush his lips against the others again. “You should really be like this more often for your Daddy.” 

Damian’s hands on his body were exactly what Rhett was looking for. He was wanting the man to take full advantage of the situation and just enjoy having him sitting on his lap like he asked. Sure, he wasn’t naked. Not yet. But he would get there shortly. Until then, Rhett really was just enjoying sensual touches and kiss on his slender frame. He leaned himself back just a bit to Damian better access to his chest and he released a satisfied sigh. From his lips, to his hands, to the feeling of his cock starting to harden, it was everything that Rhett was wanting.

Softly, the blond bit his lower lip as he felt the man below pressed up harder against his ass and teased at his nipple. Rhett couldn’t help but grind back against it, his hands coming up to softly grip Damian’s shoulders with a soft groan. His question got a grin from him and he nodded as he blushed a bit, “You’re always lingering in my mind, Daddy. It’s hard to get a fucking like that out of it.” There was no doubt about that, “You’ve been thinking about me too?” He asked with a soft quirk of his brow.

Leaning forward, Rhett pressed a soft kiss to the man’s lips before he quickly pulled away and stood up again. He already missed the feeling of Damian between his legs, but he would be back there shortly. Slipping his fingers into his waistband, Rhett turned around so Damian could get a nice, full view of his ass as he pulled down his pants and jock, quickly kicking them aside. His hand trailed down to his own hardening cock, giving a few good strokes as he straddled Damian again. His hand pushed up the man’s shirt, dragging along his toned chest with a smile, “You got me on your lap, darling. What do you want now?”

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What's your favorite kinks?

"Some slutty little thing calling me Daddy always makes them a prime favorite of mine. Rough sex, obviously, the sort you can barely walk from after, leaves bruises. And you can't go past the old favorite of literally drenching a boy's face in come. You combined that with the Daddy thing and you never leave my bed."

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"With all due respect. He taught me how to address royalty at events and dull ceremonies. You're on a good damn sex island. I thought you'd enjoy the change of pace." Damian showed exactly zero remorse for talking the way he did as he folded his arms over his chest with a cheeky little smirk as he tilted his head, his eyes dancing at each other. "Besides there's gotta be something said for being the first to do so. And I do love being the first in quite a few things." He pointed out as his eyes dropped to the other's wicked smirk. It was nice to know his talented tongue wasn't about to get him into any real trouble here but then again, if it had, it would mostly be good for a story to tell over a round of drinks right?

"It's good to see you too- your Highness." He pointed out with a little nod of his head before he addressed those next words with a little suck of his cheek and that same playful smirk as earlier. "Oh please- we both know bending you over that couch and fucking your brains out till there isn't a single thought in that sexy little head of yours, baby is damn more fun than looking at the news all night." Damian pointed out with a little wave of his hand to the others hone. "And as for how I'd do it...kinda hoping you'd be all moaning and begging about it. Honestly. You know, give you the proper whore treatment."

it wasn't like nicholas at all to pass up the opportunity for a great lay. on any other given day, he'd make sure to leave his royal mark on every beautiful man on the island. however, he couldn't quite bring himself to get in the mood that night. a rare spectacle for anyone who truly knew him. but the impending feeling of dread and worry looming over him made the want for sex nearly nonexistent. how could he possibly think of fucking some random whore when his whole world was starting to crumble before him?

eyes not leaving the news article in front of him, he started to grow slightly more annoyed at the individual who intruded on his private cabin. the english prince was ready to be a bit firmer in his desire to be alone when he began to identify the voice speaking to him and the handsome face it belonged to. intrigued and amused at the same time, nicholas set the phone down to shift his focus entirely on the other man. "nobody has ever spoken to me like that before," he remarked, although his tone showed no signs of offense whatsoever. "hasn't your father ever taught you the proper way to address royalty?" the blond teased, lips curling to a wicked smirk.

he'd never imagine damian to be on the island as well. then again, the other aristocrat's own infamy certainly spoke volumes of why he'd want to end up in a place like this. "good to see you, you horny bastard." nick chuckled and rose up from his seat. whilst he and damian weren't particularly close, they knew of one another enough and their antics. "what's this about bending me over the couch like a whore?" the blond shook his head and grinned. "how exactly are you going to do that, hm?"

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Damian’s smirk didn’t drop as he soaked in the blonds reactions to him now being bare and exposed like this. Why should it when it was such a fun one? the thirsty, parting lips- the way those eyes seemed to be glued to his cock in the most delightful way. Even little nervousness seemed glint in his Jonah’s eyes as he looed at him.  For whatever reason he wasn’t expecting that word that dropped from the others lips. Daddy.  The word shot though Damian’s body like lightening and his cock twitched visibly, already starting to grow in reaction to that single word send with such god damn need. That word really was his kryptonite. It could send him into a sexual frenzy and really, make him do just about anything someone wanted. Damian swallowed and his adams apple bobbed as he took a step foward- a hand reaching out to curl into Jonah’s blond locks as he tugged that hair sharpy to the side. “Then I think baby boy has some decent tastes..” He purred as he leaned forward to brush his lips against the others. That dominance, harsher tone echoing with every word.  “You know you are good enough to eat, pretty boy. Rather tempted to strip you and just take you right here...Show you why you should always be bent over for Daddy. Remind you of your place in this world.” He teased as he pulled back to meet those eyes. That word really did set him off after all. “Fucked hard and left dripping, little one.” 

Sometimes, Jonah felt the same regret of being in his full receptionist outfit when he’d wander around the spa - but such was the life of a staff member, at least one who tried to be eager to do his job well, such as the blonde. Of course, when he was technically on his break and also speaking to a nearly-naked man as attractive as this, he almost felt silly in the shorts and shirt he was wearing, overdressed and sweating from the moist heat. Jonah was also well aware though that, whether he was on duty at the reception or not, his top priority always had to be the satisfaction of the clients. So if pleasing them meant to get out of this uniform… he wasn’t one to refuse. Right now, however, he was fully focused on the little the other man was wearing, and on the words that left the client’s mouth. My pretty boy. Those words, and the tone in which they were spoken, certainly pushed some very specific buttons in Jonah, making his cheeks flush and his body heat up from much more than just the room temperature. It was as if something was triggered in his mind, and he barely even processed what the other actually had said - not until that hand reached down.

The blonde’s gaze immediately dropped once the towel did, and he hardly even noticed his lips parting, mouth slightly open as he stared. It wasn’t even primarily the man’s dick that got him so aroused all of a sudden - though it certainly was so enticing, looking this and big and getting Jonah quite flusterd. Most of all, it was the attitude with which the other acted, that confidence, the casual dominance that had Jonah’s knees weak. “I-” He swallowed hard, taking a second to actually gather his voice and finding the words. “I think you’re breathtaking, Daddy”, he replied, his tone husky and full of need. It felt like his heart was racing, pumping blood in all directions - his cheeks flushed and his dick stirring inside the jockstrap that was underneath the white shorts. He had not even consciously noticed calling the man Daddy; the name came naturally, Jonah’s mindset fully taken there by the other’s words and actions.

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Honestly the only real disappointment that Damian had was that other was wearing the regular house staff clothes rather than a towel like most of the other men around them were.  HIs eyes flicking over the boy as he looked over the stools at the bar for whatever lost item he seemed so intent on collecting. There’s a easy and charming smirk as the other turned his head towards him and he got that adorable response and a chance to soak in those handsome features of the adorable blond. He’d always liked blonds but then again, who didn’t? “Oh? If you say so yourself?” Damian teased easily as he pushed off the bar with a chuckle, his head tilting as if he almost settled to make a choice in his mind before he spoke again. “ Well I can’t really take such a compliment without you seeing the full picture of things. Can I my pretty boy.”  Damian teased in that tone that seemed to promise so many deep and sexual things in three simple little words.  

Damian simply reached a hand down and undid his towel and let it drop to the floor- his eyes focused on Jonha as he watched his reaction. It wasn’t like nudity was all that common around here- hell, considering how half the people around the island openly fucked.  Still it was always fun to get a reaction. The Englishman’s thick, soft eight inches hung between his legs like a weapon all on it’s own, a sleeping beast waiting to be awoken.  His tongue brushed along the bottom of his lip before he spoke again. 

“So what is your opinion now? Hm?” 

Jonah was a little hesitant to say it out loud and sound like a horny creep, but Nathan’s idea for him to switch to working at the spa had truly been a blessing in some ways. Not only did he get to hang out with his new friend more, and even learn some new skills as the other taught him to give great massages… but the clients at the place were also even more pleasant to look at than elsewhere. Even though he was just the receptionist, Jonah got to see a lot more bare skin here than back at the restaurant… and he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed that view. The new workplace was fun, so much even that he volunteered to do other small tasks around the spa whenever there wasn’t much to do or the reception was overstaffed. Right now, Jonah technically was on his break - and yet, he found an excuse to hang around nearby, collecting towels that may have been discarded and abandoned by clients. To be fair, he didn’t find much, mostly strolling around near the pools, feeling some of the men glance at him while he tried to be as professional as he could, unable to hide a bit of a smile though. However, it was only near the bar when someone actually finally spoke to him. Looking up from the stools where he’d searched for towels, Jonah looked into the face of one very handsome client - wearing next to nothing, a perfect body on display. “Oh-uhm, thank you…!” He had not expected that compliment right now, and while he wasn’t sure if it was those words or the heated air, but something clearly was making Jonah feel a certain type of way. “You’re gorgeous yourself, if I may say so.”

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It was always nice to be wanted as much as you wanted someone, the way that energy matched when it hit that perfect moment was like it’s own specials sort of magic and really, that magic was there when the other moaned oh so sweetly into his mouth and Damian felt practially drunk off those sounds already.  As for the public sex, while it was one of the Englishman’s favorite things to do- with the party going on around them and a few people already taking it to that level- well, it might have lacked that shocking thrill that Damian sometimes adored. Besides taking the other apart bit by bit in his own room did sound like a much more fun idea. 

“Oh- I should hope so.”  Damian laughed at those words, more amused than by the simplicty of that statement.  “God forbid I leave you anything less than that”  he pointed out with a little cheeky grin as he lead the other from the foam and towards his own cabin. He did give that hand a little squeeze as he felt the other give him that somewhat intimate little touch.  He was just pulling the other down the hallway when that question got thrown at him and his eyebrows arched for a moment as he glanced back at the other. It was a fair question in the others line of work after all. 

“Sir certainly works.”  After all, it wasn’t like Damian hated the power play of that word but- “Daddy, however, will get you bent over and fucked till you damn near pass out pretty much every time.”  He purred over at Rhett as he finally tugged the other around the corner and towards his cabin before taking a moment to open the door and tugged the other inside. 

Before coming to the Haus, Rhett never really realized how much he liked to be praised for just being him, but he sure did love it. Hearing Damian’s earned a smile from the blond before his lips were busy kissing the man back. The kiss was passionate, deep, and hungry and Rhett fucking loved it. He met the intensity right back, his fingertips still carding through the back of Damian’s hair, moaning softly into the client’s mouth. God, Rhett had been waiting for a kiss like that from him and it certainly didn’t disappoint. Not that he thought that Damian would disappoint in any aspect. He was more than ready to scream his name for the rest of the night.

Rhett did half expect for them to go at it on the dancefloor, which really, he didn’t mind. He quite enjoyed public sex. Rhett craved to be on stage and being fucked in a room of people did enough to satisfy his craving. As long as he providing entertainment and people were enjoying it, that was all he ever wanted. He cheeks flushed again at Damian’s comment as he wrapped his hand around the others, happily following him back towards his cabin, “I’m excited.” He really was. Just from the man’s words and their kiss, Rhett was already getting hard. He knew it was going to be a fun night.

As they walked back towards Damian’s cabin, Rhett’s hand stayed within the others and he rubbed his thumb along the back of the others hand, “Do you want me to call you something in particular? Does something get your motor going?” He randomly asked, with a smile, “Sir… Daddy…” Rhett wanted this to be just as fun for him as it would be for Rhett.

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When Damian had gotten news that Nicholas was on the island, he almost didn't quite buy it. After all, he might have known intellectually that this place often welcomed princes and the wealthy elite. It was different when it was your royal family from your country. Or at least, it felt like that in his head. Besides he'd often admired Nicholas from the various events where they intersected, as his father was the prime minister. Or perhaps the former prime minister considering the current state of English politics thanks to the other family. The last place he'd ever expected to find the prince was this particular den of sin. Damian made it his mission to find out which cabin was the other- and thankfully such information was shockingly easy to get. So it wasn't long before he was pushing open that door and strolling inside the blond's room.

He was about to speak when the other got there first and dismissed him. Damian's eyebrows raised as he flicked his eyes over the other boy, noting the phone and that general little worrying brow the other had on. It wasn't exactly hard to guess what the other was thinking about- and god knows Damian had his fair share of time in the newspapers thanks to his 'wild boy" days.

"I'm not exactly staff, your majesty but If you're looking for someone to bend you over that couch and call you a little whore, I am more than happy to be such a thing." The Englishman drawled in that oh so smooth way he seemed to have perfected as he walked a little closer before stopping short of the other, his eyes peering down at the other man. " This is where you're hiding out? Interesting choice."

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scrolling through his phone, nicholas couldn't avoid seeing the various articles and posts involving the recent scandal of the english royal family. he knew better than to check social media whilst here in the island, aware how the press supposedly gathered credible evidence to paint them as tyrants even when that was far from the truth. at least, nicholas didn't think so. they were simply rich folks with crowns on their heads. he tried reaching out to his mother but received nothing in response. as acting regent, she was most likely too preoccupied putting out the fires her eldest son has caused. she didn't need nicholas meddling in her affairs either.

which brought nicholas back to the reason why he was here in the first place. the haus of perses was not only a current safe haven away from the political chaos back home, but also a welcome distraction to take his mind off things. he looked up from his phone upon noticing the door swing open and somebody walk in. "i didn't order staff. apologies, but you'll need to go elsewhere for cash. i've booked this room to myself for the rest of the night." the english prince waved a hand. "you're dismissed."

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“As if I’d ever give up some time with a beauty as true of you, I might be many things but I’m hardly so foolish as that.”  Damian pointed out with a little wink that he threw the long haired boys way. His eyes followed the other as he walked towards him and his smirk only grew wider as the other settled onto his lap like that, fitting like he’d always belonged there.  He didn’t resist when the other moved his hands to place them onto that slender form in front of him, his hands easily taking that inticative to curl against the others side and dragged themselves downward, tracing along that pale skin as his head leaned forward to drag his lips against the center of Rhett’s chest to place a few teasing kisses there.  The others grinding him already sent sparks and life down between his legs, Damian’s thick cock twitching in response as he pulled back just a touch to watch those hands tug open those jeans. 

“Hm how easily to slay me..”  he teased as he pressed himself up a little harder against the others perfect ass, if only to show the reaction the other was already getting from him. A hand moving up the others chest, his fingers splayed open for a moment before they found a nipple to tease playfully. 

“Have you thought me again? Hm? Have I lingered in your mind?” 

“I hope you do, love.” Rhett quickly quipped back to Damian with a playful wink. Any time he could spend more time with him, Rhett would happily take it. He was just happy that the man wanted to spend any time with him in the first place. Rhett quite enjoyed Damian’s company. He was easily one of his favorite people on the island.

He caught the man’s eyes as he looked him over, earning a pleased smile from Rhett. Especially as he sat down. He didn’t want to just strip willy-nilly for the man. The shirt was there to, at least, entice him, which seemed to work. Crossing over towards the man, Rhett straddled him easily and grabbed the man’s hands, placing them onto his own body, encouraging him to touch and feel him wherever he wanted. The blond rolled his hips, grinding his pert ass against the man with a grin as his hands began to unbutton his jeans, pulling them open.

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@xrhettmatthews​

Rhett grinned, “Oh, please. Like I would ever want to say no to you, darling.” Damian was one of the clients he would always seek out, no matter what was going on. The man made him feel good. And he wasn’t sure if that was just a natural thing about Damian or if he specifically went out of his way to make Rhett feel that way, but it didn’t much matter. It was just nice. He liked it. A grin immediately crossed his lips at the others comment and he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, “Take a seat then, love.”

“You’re aware I might hold such a statement against you, right?” Damian teased without missing a beat with that same charming smirk as always.  There wasn’t any hesitation as his eyes flicked down that bare body once that shirt was off the others body, enjoying the sight of that pale slender frame with a little suck of his cheek. Rhett was beautiful and easily among the top of the boys he adored at the island, and anyone who didn’t see Rhett as something rare and speical was insane as far as Damian was concerned. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Damian pointed out as he settled himself down onto the nearest chair, tilting his head back as he watched the other, wondering just how bare Rhett would get for him. 

[damianbyrd]

Damian soaked in those sweet sounds Rhett made like they were the finest wine in the whole damn island. Honestly getting other to chose was important to Damian- if only to see where his head was at and what exactly he was craving, even what version of Damian the other wanted. The Englishman’s smirk grew at the actual choice though- it was the one that Damian himself would have picked- rough sex was always rather his top choice.  Even hearing Rhett tell him to make him scream made his cock twitch between his legs.  “And look at that, you’re quickly proving to be a favorite of mine with every passing moment.”  Damian spoke against those lips before he finally, finally closed that distance between them and sank his lips against Rhett’s in a deep, hungry kiss.  The sort that would hopefully leave the other breathless and aching for him, the sort that seemed to poor every single second of deire and want for Rhett into a single kiss. 

Before just like that it was over and Damian was pulling his lips away and tilting his head back as his hand slid out from the others pants. “Come on, as tempting as it is to turn you into my personal slut right here and you would do so very, very well in a show like that- “  Damian praised easliy as his hand dropped to slip into Rhett’s as he took a step away from the other. “I wanna make you scream for a few good hours. So. You’re coming home with me.”  He pointed out as he nodded back towards where his cabin was. 

“And I’ll fuck you like none ever fucking has, baby.” 

He hadn’t really expected the conversation with Damian to go the way it was. He hoped it would. But Rhett was never certain. The man could have his eye on practically anyone else that night but instead, he was giving him his attention and Rhett didn’t want to squander it. He sat with the feeling of the man carding his fingers through his blond locks, which was always something Rhett loved. Anytime anyone touched his hair, he was immediately Jell-O. So that mixed with Damian’s hand sneaking past his pants to run it along his pert ass, he released a soft sigh against the man’s lips.

There was no doubt he was craving more and more Damian and just by his words, Rhett could feel his cock beginning to twitch. He was never great with decisions in the first place, but the man’s finger teasing him didn’t help anything either. One of Rhett’s hands moved from holding his shoulders to running them through the back of the man’s soft brown hair, “The first sounds fun…” Rhett drawled out as he pressed himself back a bit against Damian’s hand, “But I’d like the reminder of you for a few days.” He grinned, “Make me scream, love. It’s overdue.”

[damianbyrd]

Damian quirked a eyebrow at the others response as his dark eyes followed the other as he found his spot at the bar.  The other was undeniably attractive, broad shoulders, classically handsome features and from the sight of the other in that towel clinging around in his waist- quite the impressive body. The idea that the other was stood up was a little surprising, but then again it was the house and who knows what pretty little thing wandered into the path of that client. Not that Damian had ever personally stood someone up but he understood the possiblity of being waylaid by some of the staff of the Haus.  Still. “Well that’s just rude.” The Englishman mused slightly. “He could have at least called even if he’d had his dick down some boys throat.”  He chided the client with a little dramatic sigh and a tilt of his head even as his eyes didn’t stray from the sight of Asher just yet. 

Though the other calling himself easy did earn Asher a slightly sharper smirk and an amused twinkle in the younger man's eyes.  “Easy Asher? Huh?” While the other had corrected himself- like hell Damian was going to let a thing like that slide past him.  “Damian, Damian Bryd”  he said simply as he pushed himself forward off the bar and took a step towards the other, he walked with that sheer confidence that was almost impossible to fake- like he was already aware he owned the world and everyone in it.  Like he had all the money and the power in the world in the palm of his hand and he was very, very aware of that fact.  A hand placed against Asher’s abs as he gave a soft little hum as he ran his eyes down the others body again, his fingers drifting down till the caught the hem of the others towel as he if he was threatening to pull it off. 

“Would you like it to be my gain, Asher? Hm? To fuck you till your eyes roll into the back of your head? Hm?  Damian spoke in that way as if such a ending was already planned even as he sucked on the inside of his cheek. “Just how easy are you? Hm? Should I fuck you against one of those walls? Or over the side of the pool? Hm?” 

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20 minutes felt like a fair amount of time to wait. With his clothes stored safely in one of the lockers, Asher had already stripped himself down to wearing nothing more than the soft, fluffy white towel and slip on slides while he waited for the client that had apparently requested for him to join them in the sauna. He thought it was a bit strange that he hadn’t been given a name, and likely hadn’t even met the man, but he’d started to get used to how things were never really normal at the Haus.

Awkwardly enough he was stood up. After waiting 20 minutes he made his way back out of the sauna to ask the receptionist at the spa’s entrance if they could reach the client and after a few more minutes of waiting they finally had their answer. He, whoever he was, couldn’t make it due to being caught up with a different staff member.

He was tempted to call it, get dressed, and head back out to find something to do when he caught sight of one of the most attractive men he’d ever seen sauntering through the space. Following after him, almost like a dog would a bone, Asher couldn’t take his eyes off the man as he moved; his cock twitching and thickening a bit as the stranger turned around seemingly unaware of Asher, putting the dips and valleys of his perfectly sculpted body on display. Was it hot in there because of the sauna and jacuzzi’s or was Asher just on the verge of sweating for no reason?

When he saw opening, Asher forgot he was planning to leave and quickly strolled forward to make a spot for himself next to the other man at the bar. “Oh yeah, such a sight the client that invited me here never showed up. Didn’t even call to tell me he wasn’t coming, had to ask someone else to track him down for me.” He answered with a loose smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “But it’s his loss, and maybe you’re gain. I’m easy– Asher…” great, now the heat was getting to his head and making him an idiot. “Asher. I meant, I’m Asher. You are?”

[damianbyrd]

The blush was cute on the others face and really, Damian always had a thing for boys who could be oh so adorable like that.  “Obviously. You have seen yourself in a mirror, right?”  Damian asked with a little quirk of his head and a smirk dancing along his lips as he let his eyes run down along Seth’s body and back up again before he finally pushed off that bar to take a few steps in a wider circle around the other, his head tilting down as he gazed at the other from a few more angles. 

“Cute smile. Built body. Fuckable ass. I swear the Kings here must have some secret cloning tech for how perfect most of you staff are.”  He pointed out in that teasing, crisp accent of his as before he completed his walk to drop back against the bar again- only on the other side of the boy now. “You should have dropped the towel and really let me look at you.”  He teased as he reached forward behind the boy to pluck up his drink again to take a little sip of it. 

“Damian, by the way. A pleasure to meet you. “  He said easily as his eyes danced over at the other from the frim of his glass. 

Seth was ready to relax a little bit. Work has had him busy lately and running him just about every direction. So he was ready to just have some time to relax. The staff member had been told of the pools and the bar, and he figured that the bar was definitely going to take priority to night. It’s been THAT type of night. Seth wasn’t one to drink alcohol to commonly. Normally it was just a glass of red wine. But right now? He wanted to get buzzed and drunk until everything was just a pleasant buzz.

So when he walked up towards the bar? He was definitely caught off guard by the attractive man. Seth knows that this place was crawling with attractive people, but this man? He was just…Woah. Seth was brought out of his thoughts by the other man’s words, and a small flush made it’s way onto his cheeks as he fixed the other man with a grin.

“I hope it’s a good sight?”

[damianbyrd]

"Well if it's for you- then that's even more of a reason to do it sweetheart. Holding yourself back from an experience like that does no one any good. And I'm sure you'd make quite the impression around here- " He almost purred as he noted that Australian accent. Something of a rarity around the island and yet another thing that made Kit stand out among the many other boys around the island. "And besides, if you earned that confidence. You might as well indulge in it. " Because god knows Damian would never deny himself a little fun, mostly because he had all the untapped confidence in the world. Damian's eyes ran down the other's body as he moved closer- the older man making no attempt to back away or stop the other as he kept that sly smirk painted along his lips even as he took another drink.

His head tilted at those words- and perhaps he should have been expecting that word in particular but just as it ever did, it made his blood run hot just by hearing it and his eyes darken a few notches dangerously. His tongue brushed along his lower lip as he let the other's question hang in the air for a few torturous moments. There was no way to hide the fact that word had effected him however, even as he leaned forward just a touch and his eyes met the others as he closed that distance between them. "My my, pretty boy has a tongue on him. I suppose if you were walking around naked... I would pin you against that wall by your neck and ravage you in a thousand delectable ways. I'd leave you leaking come from every hole and have you crying on this cock in a way that would have you aching to come back to me again, and again, and again.." Damian spoke soft between them, like the answer was just for the two of them. "Leave you ruined in the best way, little one."

˙ ˖ ✶ Damian

"It's more for me than anything I would say, but it wouldn't hurt to catch someone's eye and have them come take a closer look. Didn't feel the best looking growing up, but now that I'm here might as well be confident," Kit mused in his Australian accent, taking note of Damian's own posh english. The man in question was definitely a sight for sore eyes, he was gorgeous and a body so perfectly pristine he doubted it had a single blemish.

"So," he purred, coming slightly closer to the other man. "What would your choice be? If you could right now, what would you do to me, daddy?"

[damianbyrd]

Yet another blush was just another victory to Damian as he held his tongue on making another comment on it- if only to prevent himself from going from charming to annoying, or at least toeing the line between the two of those things.  “Hm, I suppose not.”  And yet, Damian couldn’t help the ego boost that game with the idea that the other was thinking about him, or his cock at the very least.  He rather liked this side of Rhett- the way he spoke with that undertone of sheer desperation for him.  Even the way the other seemed to hold himself back from kissing him even as those eyes sparkled with the desire to do so.  The others words did sent jolts right to Damian’s cock however, the idea of the other aching for him was a powerful thing indeed.  Ah and reached up to brush though those long locks that Damian had found himself growing so fondly of so very quickly, as the other hand smoothed down the small of Rhett’s back to tease over the curve of that ass before that shame hand moved up to slip into the back of Rhett’s pants to let his hand run over the others ass proper. Flesh to flesh. 

“So I suppose the only real question remains is do I fuck you here or back in my room. Do I take you apart bit by bit by pleasure or do I hold you down- fuck you like I own you, make you scream to all the high bloody heavens..”  he teased, still keeping his lips apart from the others as his finger did tease between those cheeks and over the others hole, right here on the dancefloor. 

“What do you desire more, Rhett? Hm? Do you want me to make you see stars or do you want to have bruises from my hands on those pretty hips, baby. Let you feel me for days after.” 

Rhett always enjoyed moments like the one he was currently having with Damian. Closeness. Shameless flirting. Hands moving wherever they wanted. It was truly his bread and butter. Rhett really did try his best to make some type of connection with anyone he encountered and Damian was certainly no exception to the rule. Every time Rhett saw him, there was just some type of magnetic force that drew him towards the man and just kept him there. He was so sexy and confident, something Rhett (felt) he lacked. Perhaps that was kept drawing him towards him. He hummed softly as the other kept him as close as he could possibly be and smiled. He sure did love this. No one else mattered. It was just them on the dance floor.

He tried everything in his fucking power not to blush again but it was inevitable. He did the moment he heard Damian’s question, earning a nod from the blond, “I have. Can you blame me?” Rhett asked with a smile. As Damian leaned forward, teasing his lips against his own and speaking, he felt like he could just go weak in the knees from the statement alone. He had been wondering what it would be like to be fucked by Damian for so long and his descriptions were making his need that much more. Rhett nodded his head and swallowed, wanting nothing more than kiss Damian. But he could hold off. Probably. “Exactly that.” He husked softly as his hands continued to grip as Damian’s skin, “I want it so bad, darling. We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”